Harry of fucking course is the reason I wake up the next morning again.  “For fucks sake when will you ever stop being annoying?”, I mumble, covering my face with my pillow.

I hear him chuckling next to me and it makes me smile, just a little. I remove the pillow from my face and open my eyes, expecting the sun to blind me, but everything is pretty dark. It’s only now that I notice the rain still pattering down on the roof.

“Ew”, is all I say and Harry laughs again, closing his backpack and placing it on the floor carefully.

“Yeah, kind of. I suggest we keep driving for a bit today. It’s not like I really fancy staying at a river with that weather.”

“Agree. What do you want for breakfast?”

He shrugs and hands me an energy and a chocolate bar. “Here. Will have to be enough until later.”

I slip a hoodie over my pyjama shirt and stay in my jumper before climbing to the front
“Let me just wake up for a bit”, I say, “Or I’ll crash us into a car.”

Harry grins as he sits down next to me. “Sure. But I can drive, too.”

“Um, not sure. I mean, it’s your choice. Either just drive so well, that we don’t crash the car, or get killed by my dad.”

“I’m not a bad driver”, he says and gets up again, “I’ll drive us.”

We change seats and I close my eyes for a while, listening to the sound of the engine and Harry quietly humming some song.

“I’m bored”, he interrupts the silence after some time, “Let’s play a game.”

“As long as it’s not ‘I packed my bag’, yes. Played that one for way too many hours with my sisters already.”

He laughs. “Was thinking, maybe, kiss, marry, kill?”

I open my eyes again, look at him for a second and smile at the way his curls fall over his shoulders so prettily. “Sure. I start.”

He nods and lets me think about it for a while. “Um. Let’s say: Ed Sheeran, Taylor Swift and, um, Katy Perry.”

“That’s just rude”, he says, “I can’t kill Katy Perry.”

I laugh and look out of the window for a bit, suddenly feeling happier than ever before on this trip, despite the bad weather.

“Can we say avoid instead of kill, please? It’d make the decision a bit easier.”

I laugh and nod. “Okay. Avoid Katy. Kiss Taylor. Marry Ed.”

“Not bad. Your turn.”

“Okay”, he says, “This is hard, let me think. How about Jack from Titanic, Noah from the Notebook and William from Notting hill.”

“I don’t know the Notebook.”

“You what?”, he shouts and stares at me in disbelief, opening his eyes widely.

“Look at the fucking road”, I shout back, “You’re gonna get us killed after all.”

He laughs. “Doesn’t know the Notebook”, he mutters quietly and shakes his head, “Then let’s take Peter from Spiderman instead.”

“Okay. I’ll avoid Jack, because he’d die soon and I don’t want my heart broken. Kiss William and marry Peter because how fucking cool would it be to have a wedding with Spiderman?”

He laughs quietly and I smile. I suppose asking him on this road trip was a good idea after all.

We continue driving for about three more hours before we’re both getting hungry and Harry says he won’t drive any longer before getting something to eat. We stop at a gas station and while Harry tanks the car, I get us sandwiches from the shop.

“Hi”, I say, when arriving at the van, Harry parked a bit further, “Hope you like this.”

I hand him two sandwiches and he inspects them, before shrugging with a small nod. “Suppose that’ll do. Thank you.”

I smile and unpack the sandwich, laying my feet down on the headboard. “The weather is so fucked up”, I say, “If this continues like that, I’ll drive to fucking Australia where it’s always hot.”

“In Australia, it’s winter right now.”

“But it’s also hot in winter in Australia.”

“Wouldn’t be too sure about it”, he says and takes a bite from his sandwich.

We finish eating in silence and I stare out if the window, thick drops of rain falling down onto the glass.

“Continue driving?”, Harry asks and keeps drumming onto the steering wheel, “I mean, I don’t know what else we’d be supposed to do.”

I nod. “We could just drive for as long as we can while it’s still day and then sleep at some auto grill.”

“Sounds like a plan. I can drive.”

He throws the packaging of the sandwich onto the floor and I make a mental note to clean the car before I return it to dad and wait for him to start the engine again.

“Can I turn on some music?”, I ask and point to my phone.

“Since when do you even ask?”

“Fuck off. That was the first and last time I’m asking, you can count on that.”

He laughs and I turn on my playlist. We listen while singing along to the lyrics quietly but to be honest, I’m rather concentrating on his voice. The way it sounds so perfect and clear. I wish he’d sing a bit louder though.

“I am so fucking bored”, I mutter about only fifteen minutes into the drive and Harry laughs quietly.

“We could play another game?”

I scoff. “Yeah, okay.”

Harry turns the music a bit quieter. “Okay. So, would you rather never watch TV again or never listen to music again?”

“TV. One hundred percent. Whoever says otherwise is insane.”

He laughs and waits for me to ask the next questions while concentrating on the road, a strand of hair falling out of his bun and into his forehead. He wipes it away quickly and tilts his lips.

“Louis?"

“Um, yeah. Would you rather be the zombie or the human in a zombie apocalypse?”

“The human. Maybe I could still escape, you know?”

I hum in agreement and watch while he thinks about the next question, scrunching his nose and frowning just a bit.

“Why are you grinning like that?”, he asks and looks at me quickly before returning his gaze on the road, “You don’t smile like that, usually. That’s kind of suspicious. Maybe you’re the murderer after all.”

I laugh and shake my head. “You’re the one with the mysterious backpack he never opens and probably carries a weapon in.”

His smile fades rather quickly after that sentence and I feel guilty right afterwards because I’m not sure what it was that I said, but it certainly wasn’t good.

“Sorry”, I whisper.

He looks over at me, a small smile on his lips again. “All good.”

The next time we stop driving, it’s already past seven and we’re both hungry and exhausted. I took over driving a few hours ago and am now pulling into an auto grill, parking the car right next to another campervan.

“Hope they have a fucking toilet here”, Harry says and grins, “I’ve needed a wee for an hour now.”

“Yes, you made that clear”, I say and roll my eyes because that’s all he’s been talking about those past minutes.

He chuckles and I smile a little before getting out of the van and locking the door. I walk over to Harry and we approach the building together, him hopping up and down awkwardly because his legs apparently really hurt that bad.

“Okay, Harold, calm down, you’re not five anymore.”

He rolls his eyes and continues to walk even more awkwardly, making pirouettes in between, stopping to see my reaction.

“Actually, fuck off.” I walk a bit faster so no one will notice I know him but he comes running after me.

“You know what”, he says, “I just had the best idea ever. We get some snacks and something for dinner in the shop and then we’ll have a movie night and watch the notebook.”

I smile over his excitement and nod. “Yes, good idea.”

“Is it?”
I nod and hold the door open for him when we enter the small shop with toilets in the back.

After having returned from the toilets, Harry is already at the checkout, having bought several unrecognizable packages of snacks as well as two sandwiches.

“I swear to fucking God”, I say, “Once we’re done with this trip, I’ll never eat sandwiches again.”

He laughs and nods, handing me two bags of crisps while we’re walking out of the door again. The rain has mostly stopped by now and there’s just a few, tiny drops falling down every now and then. When back in the van, we fold the seats and get out our sleeping bags, blankets and pillows, trying to line them up so we’ll have something to lean on.

Harry changes into a more comfortable sweater in the front while I let Zayn know, that I’m still alive and okay. He replies with a snowboarder emoji and this time, I hope it’s a joke and not his drunken self again.

Harry sits down next to me just a few seconds later and places his laptop on his lap, searching for the movie on Netflix.

“There we go”, he says and moves closer to me so he can place the laptop on one of his and one of my knees. Our shoulders and thighs are touching now and he turns to smile at me once before starting the movie.

“Am I gonna cry?”, I ask, just two minutes into the film.

“No. I am, but you’re way to unromantic for that.”

I roll my eyes. “Who said I’m unromantic? I literally only once mentioned that I don’t believe in love on first-“I stop talking because Harry bumped his shoulder into mine way too hard and is pointing to the screen.

“Watch, don’t talk.”

“I can do both at the same time.”

“Louis, if you don’t shut your mouth immediately, I’ll watch it alone in the toilets.”

I laugh and nod quickly, shutting up and concentrating on the movie again.

We watch the movie in silence except for one little argument that pretty much only consisted of me trying to convince Harry that the kiss scene wasn’t cute and him slapping me with a pillow.

By the end, I have to wipe away just one little tear running down my cheek quickly while Harry is just crying next to me as if this was the best but saddest thing he’s ever watched.

“Hah”, he shouts and wipes his cheeks with the back of his hands, “You fucking cried.”

I chuckle and try not to smile too much. “Just a tiny bit, maybe.”

He grins happily and shuts down his laptop before slipping it into his bag again. “Liked it? Wanna marry Noah instead of Peter now?”

I laugh quietly and move away from him a little because we sat way too close for that last two hours. “Maybe. I’ll think about it. I’m tired, you too?”

He nods and places his pillow at the right spot before taking mine and plumbing it up carefully, laying it down as well before handing me my sleeping bag.

We lay down and I slip into my sleeping bag, cuddling my pillow. “Goodnight, Harry. Sleep well.”

“You too. Sweet dreams.”

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